Xueba is cold and lustful

Chi Xingle was so angry that his lungs ached. Just as he was about to speak, Su Jishi blocked his way with words, "You can't recognize anyone if you can't lift your pants."

Chi Xingle was so angry that he sat up directly, staring at him with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, "Don't talk like you fell on me, at most you just help me with your hands How could I be angry about such a trivial matter, I'm not angry at all."

"Aren't you angry?" Su Jishi picked up the milk cup and shook it twice in front of his eyes, "Then this glass of milk?"

Chi Xingle reached out to take it with both hands and drank it in one gulp, then stuffed the cup into Su Jishi's arms, lay down and rolled up the quilt, then turned inside, facing him with an angry back.

The thin lips curved slightly, and Su Jishi quietly watched Chi Xingle's curled up back for a long time, then raised his hand to adjust the brightness of the desk lamp to a warm tone, picked up the empty milk cup and got up walked out.

When I got up to go to school the next day, Chi Xingle was still angry, and Su Jishi didn't dare to recruit him along the way. He waited until he got to the bottom of the teaching building, and heard the sound from upstairs that Lao Huang had caught another criminal. With the sound of the students teaching, Chi Xingle suddenly remembered the [-]-word self-criticism yesterday.

Lao Huang is very serious, he said [-] words without missing a word, just when Chi Xingle was thinking in his heart whether he could finish the [-]-word review all morning, Su Jishi next to him said,

"I put the review in the second compartment of the schoolbag."

Chi Xingle was slightly taken aback, and then couldn't help but frown. Su Jishi's hand was so beautiful that it could be used as a template for a copybook. The handwriting was so different from his dog crawling handwriting that even a blind person could tell that it wasn't written by him. , but it's better than nothing, he just hasten to copy a copy.

While going upstairs, Chi Xingle opened the chain of his schoolbag to rummage through the review, and when he took it out, he was almost blinded by the words on it.

It's almost to the point of confusing the real with one hand, and it's not just a self-criticism. Su Jishi helped him finish yesterday's papers. His mood was a little complicated for a while. Chi Xingle slowly pulled up the chain of his schoolbag, then turned his head and raised his head. When I looked at Su Ji with my long and clear eyelashes,

"Don't think I'll forgive you for doing this, I'm still very angry."

Su Jishi didn't climb up the pole this time, he just nodded his head when he heard the words, his handsome and indifferent face was indifferent, and he responded very politely, "I know, I'll wait for Brother Le's anger to dissipate."

Chi Xingle was irritated by his shouting of Brother Le. When Su Jishi helped him get it out yesterday, he also called him Brother Le, but he didn't have any respect or fear at all, just like teasing a small animal. Now As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Chi Xingle reflexively felt that those words were stained with color and became not pure at all.

After going to the office and handing over the [-]-word self-criticism to Lao Huang, Chi Xingle went to the toilet. When he came out, he happened to meet Zhou Jiacuo in the corridor. The other party obviously didn't expect to meet him here, so he was slightly taken aback Then I greeted him, "Brother Le."

Chi Xingle hadn't seen Zhou Jiacuo for nearly two weeks since he confessed that incident. When he passed by Xiaowu Lane yesterday to find Grandma Zhou, Grandma Zhou said that Zhou Jiacuo was no longer going out with her classmates. Face to face.

Zhou Jiacuo seemed to be a little thinner than before, but his complexion was good and he was very energetic, there was no gloomy emotion in his eyes, and he didn't look in a bad state. Chi Xingle waved to him, and asked casually,

"Yesterday, I passed by Xiaowuxiang. Grandma Zhou said that you went out to play with your classmates. Is it You Yiqi?"

Zhou Jiacuo pursed his lips and smiled, then nodded, "Well, we went to play two games yesterday. We just finished the quiz and want to relax."

"That's great." Chi Xingle said sincerely. Now he has countless wrong questions and papers every day, and he doesn't have time to play games. Although his hands are a little itchy, compared to taking the B major, he thinks This little temptation is still bearable.

"What? God Su won't let you play games?" Zhou Jiacuo seldom teased him. Although he couldn't help flashing sadness in his eyes when he mentioned Su Jishi, he still continued to chat with him with a smile. , "Brother Le, you have to take care of him. You agreed not to be a wife slave."

"Naturally," Chi Xingle didn't want Zhou Jiacuo to continue chatting with him about Su Ji with a forced smile, the tip of his tongue moved his palate slightly, and he simply changed the subject, "Which school are you planning to go to?"

"C is big," Zhou Jiacuo said with a hint of longing in his eyes, "There is a sea in C city, I want to see the sea."

Unlike the prosperous and lively city A, city C is a third-tier coastal city with a mild climate all year round. It is a slow-paced and pleasant city. It is indeed very suitable for a person like Zhou Jiacuo, but it is not far from city A. It's close, and it's even farther away from B University.

"Where's Grandma Zhou?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, maybe I will go there together, or I will come back often on weekends," Zhou Jiacuo smiled, "There will always be a solution, and it won't be too late to think about it after the college entrance examination."

Chi Xingle felt that this was also the case, so he talked with Zhou Jiacuo on the topic of Grandma Zhou's body, and when the bell was about to ring for class, he waved to everyone and went back to each class.

As soon as Chi Xingle stepped into the classroom, the class bell rang. He sat down and took out the test paper to be evaluated in class today from the drawer. He had just picked up a pen when Su Jishi's voice came from beside him.

"It's been so long, Director Huang scolded you again?"

"No," remembering that you have to use a red pen to correct the test paper, so Chi Xingle reached out to the drawer to find a red pen, opened it, and scratched it on the draft paper twice. After confirming that it was usable, he straightened up and replied casually : "I just met Cuozi in the corridor and had a chat."

Su Jishi let out an "oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

After 5 minutes of silence, Chi Xingle turned to look at him. The latter was doing a question with drooping dark eyelashes. His handsome and fair facial features were in a calm mood, and the words written by the pen in his hand were also normal. With a smirk, Chi Xingle looked at him with his chin up, "Are you jealous?"

Su Jishi didn't raise his head, and when he heard the words, he replied softly, "Don't dare."

I said I didn't dare, but the tone of my voice didn't mean that I didn't dare at all, which made people feel very against their will.

Chi Xingle curled his lips, and just turned his head back, suddenly a hand under the table touched the thin wrist of his left hand, and then squeezed his slender long fingers with thin calluses along his fingers, and formed a grip with him A gesture of holding hands.

Holding the pen and tapping the back of that hand with the tip of the pen, Chi Xingle said lazily, "Be more disciplined, I'm still angry."

Su Jishi wrote with his left hand, the handwriting was clear and powerful, but his right hand held Chi Xingle firmly, even if he was knocked, he acted as if he was unconscious, and said with a calm face: "Anyway, you are also angry. Same."

Chi Xingle was almost bypassed by his fallacious reasoning, bent his index finger and middle finger to scratch his palm twice, and said a warning, "Relax, don't hinder me from writing the questions."

Su Jishi reluctantly let go of his fingers one by one, but continued to write with his left hand, while his free right hand rested on his knee, as if waiting for the person next to him to suddenly change his mind and take the initiative It's like coming to hold him.

Su Jishi's fingers were slender and well-defined, with smooth and powerful lines, as good as they were painted. Chi Xingle silently recited in his heart three times that he could not see them, and then slowly moved his gaze away from Su Jishi's hands. I lowered my head and concentrated on writing the question.

The method of copying wrong questions is very useful for Chi Xingle, because he doesn't like copying, so he tries to force himself to memorize every wrong question as much as possible. After the whole class today, the number of wrong questions is much less than before .

When school was over, Chi Xingle wanted to go to the bookstore to buy some more sets of questions to practice, so the two of them ate dinner in the cafeteria and then walked to the school gate. It was just after school, and the school gate was full of students. , Chi Xingle suddenly caught a glimpse of a boy wearing a No. [-] Middle School uniform.

He is tall and big, with a handsome and evil face, leaning his back on the telegraph pole as if waiting for someone, biting the lollipop stick in his mouth, giving him a feeling of smoking, and the setting sun fell on him, and the smell was evil. The uninhibited temperament caused many passing girls to turn their heads and peek frequently.

Chi Xingle felt that the person looked familiar, like the new school bully in the No. [-] Middle School who had pushed Mo Ye down in the school forum not long ago. His name seemed to be Yi Sheng, a sophomore in high school.

After a while, Yi Sheng seemed to see the person he was waiting for, and the lollipop stick he was biting in his mouth switched sides, and immediately raised his long legs and walked towards the person.

The man was taken aback by him, and seemed reluctant to follow him, and then Yi Sheng grabbed him and dragged him away.

Seeing that Chi Xingle was frozen in place, Su Jishi walked back, followed his line of sight, and saw Yi Sheng's back dragging him away, his dark eyelashes drooping slightly, and he asked, "Being dragged away?" The one who left was Zhou Jiacuo?"

When he asked this, Chi Xingle became unsure again, "Probably not, Cuozi doesn't know anyone from No. [-] Middle School."

Zhou Jiacuo's interpersonal relationship was very simple, he and You Yiqi were the only ones who had played since childhood, but just to be on the safe side, Chi Xingle still took out his mobile phone and called Zhou Jiacuo.

It took more than ten seconds for the phone to be connected, and Zhou Jiacuo's gentle voice came from inside, "Brother Le, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Chi Xingle pushed his canine teeth slightly with his tongue, and slowly thought of a reason, "I want to ask what you're doing, do you need counseling materials, I'm going to buy them, and I'll bring you a copy?"

"I'm delivering fruit for grandma, so you can buy one for me, and I'll get it from you tomorrow."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Chi Xingle dispelled the last trace of doubt in his heart, "It's not a trick, he doesn't like being dragged away by others. Don't look at other people's gentleness, but they are actually very good at hitting, almost Pass me."

Su Jishi gave a "hmm" sound, his black and blue eyes moved slightly, and tentatively followed Chi Xingle's words and praised, "That's because you are so good, so you can fight."

Chi Xingle: "...You better stop talking, I always feel that you are mocking me."

Inevitably, the description became darker and darker, Chi Xingle increased his anger, and Su Jishi finally closed his mouth in a very sensible manner, and followed his kitten in a well-behaved manner.

On the other side of the street, just as Zhou Jiacuo put down his phone, a low and sinister voice came from his ear, "Why, I'm afraid that your brother Le will be disappointed in you knowing that you are fooling around with other men?"

Putting the mobile phone into the pocket of the school uniform, Zhou Jiacuo coldly glanced at the handsome young man leaning against the wall with a frivolous and evil face, and his gentle voice sounded a little warning, "Yi Sheng, what do you say?" Better clean it up."

"I don't." Relying on his height advantage, Yi Sheng reached out to put his hand on Zhou Jiacuo's shoulder confidently, and his evil smile enlarged inch by inch before his eyes, and finally he almost spoke against Zhou Jiacuo's forehead, "I Just be jealous, whoever made you like him doesn't like me."

A child's playful tone.

Zhou Jiacuo let out a "tsk", and pushed Yi Sheng's hand away from his shoulder, his voice was tired and a little irritated, "It doesn't make sense to you, stop pestering me, it's annoying. "